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And when the smoke ascends on high, Think thou behold'st the vanity Of worldly stuff, gone with a puff: Thus think, then drink Tobacco.

But when the pipe grows foul within, Think of thy soul defiled with sin, And that the fire doth it require :

Thus think, then drink Tobacco.

The ashes, that are left behind, May serve to put thee still in mind That unto dust return thou must :

Thus think, then drink Tobacco.

��W/HEN as the chill Charokko blows,

And Winter tells a heavy tale ; When pyes and daws and rooks and crows Sit cursing of the frosts and snows ; Then give me ale.

Ale in a Saxon rumkin then,

Such as will make grimalkin prate; Bids valour burgeon in tall men, Quickens the poet's wit and pen, Despises fate.

Ale, that the absent battle fights,

And frames the march of Swedish drum, Disputes with princes, laws, and rights, What's done and past tells mortal wights,

And what's to come. Charokko] Scirocco.

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